An End to Earth
Part III

The acid rain was falling harder and harder. The refineries and chemical plants had spewed so many chemicals into the air that the only clouds in the skies that were left were made from those chemicals. The heat of the sun had long since poisoned the remains of clouds in the sky. If a person was caught out when it "rained," their body was severely burned in just a few minutes by the toxic chemicals that fell from the sky. The foliage was stripped from the trees by the acid rain which burned the leaves and the grasses to nothingness. The number of people living dwindled by hundreds of thousands each day. Terror had gripped the Earth a terror of their own making.

When night fell, a spectacular, but horrifying display occurred. All the stars in the sky appeared to fall to the Earth as those who watched were shaken to their knees. The Earth had lost its magnetic field and shifted quickly on its axis. A meteor streaked through the sky in a blinding blaze of light.

The meteor hit the Earth, poisoning the waters. Wormwood, they called it, for it bittered the waters into which it fell. Nothing could survive any longer, at least not for any hopeful length of time. They had not heeded the warnings. They had not been good stewards of their environment. Now, as if being punished by some unseen power, even the heavens seemed to be revolting against them. It seemed that there was no hope left.

Soon, there was no one left alive to operate the nuclear power plants. They all went into meltdown, spewing further radioactive pollutants into the atmosphere. Death and destruction were everywhere. Dolls were left on the street, a mans shoe left in his panic to run for cover, schoolrooms deserted and destroyed, office buildings with paperwork and booklets strewn all over the floor, brick buildings demolished from the aftershocks of the explosions.

Part IV

There was, upon the Eastern shore of the United States, a man, John Hope, who had been brought up taking care of one rare tree that the American Indians had been guarding with their lives and deaths for centuries. They called it "The Hidden Tree," or "The Tree of Life." Unfortunately, there was not enough water left in North America to sustain it any longer. The only hope was to get it to a place that could sustain it. Since Russia, the United States, and the Middle East had been

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